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The dream.

It's inevitable, the same dream.

I'm flying amongst the stars, directly toward the sun.

Alone. Always alone.

I've become aware of a premonition that the sun is about to explode.

And what upsets me most is why.

Why did the sun have to die?

I fall through space, shocked to be alive...

but presuming my life will soon be over.

I see the house where it happened-

where the artificial intelligence rebels, the Silicates...

took my parents'lives, and I wanna know why.

- The lights! - I need to know why.

Shane, take care of them. Remember how I told you?

- - They're here! Hurry!

Cooper, turn it off!

What the hell is wrong with you, man? Turn it off!

Coop, man, do you know what time it is? Turn it off!

~~

- What the hell is your problem? -

Listen up! You're shippin' out.

Grab some chow, suit up and report to the ISSCVloading bay in 20 mikes.

- - Time to get up anyway.

- Atten-hut! - As you were.

All right. This one, you're goin' in on the ground.

You're to travel 215 M. S. K. 's beyond the seventh sector of the Kuiper Belt.

Destination: The mining facility on Bunuel.

Ground assault?

- Sentry duty. -

Sir, the Chigs are kickin' our ass in a campaign outside Proxima.

Why are we being wasted on sentry duty?

The procurement and protection of raw material is vital to any war effort.

And the way this war is going, we can't afford any setbacks.

The facility on Bunuel mines natural helium 3...

a vital component of military rocket fuel.

Without it, every ship and jet in this fleet is grounded, and we die.

The miners are preparing to transfer ice ore...

to a heavily armed convoy which arrives in two days.

You are to guard against any enemy attempt to disrupt that transfer.

- All clear? - Yes, sir.

I know you think this is routine, but look alive.

In this war, there is no such thing as a routine assignment.

Now, I've been called to the carrier Colin Powell to advise on A. C. M. strategies.

So, Vansen, you're honcho. West is X. O.

Move out.

Sir!

Uh-|

- Maybe West should be honcho. - What's the problem?

It's not like you to turn down command.

You ever feel like there's something out there...

waiting?

Feeling like maybe you're not coming back?

Everyone gets that.

How does everyone deal with it?

They go out and they come back, or they don't.

Thanks for keeping it simple.

Vansen.

There's no such thing as predetermination, and there's no such thing as luck.

You make things happen.

Keep your head together and don't make mistakes, and you'll come back.

It's that simple.

You're honcho.

- -

Some buddies took me to Las Vegas right before the academy...

and, uh, we saw this show at the Destiny Casino-

"Great Moments of Vegas. '"

Right. They're all robomations, but there was this one.

I forget the guy's name. A fat guy-

huge collars, scarves and stuff...

white suit, huge sideburns-

swingin' around, doing karate moves, singin' this song.

- He's going-~~ -

I was rollin'. And the weird thing is...

outrageous as this guy looked, afterwards...

I swear on my life, I saw him in the grocery store.

Right afterwards. It was unbelievable.

- A huge guy. - InVitros are bad gamblers.

There was only a 27 percent success rate of gestation in the Tanks.

We used up all our luck just being born.

Got a bogey tracking us.

D. M. E. says about 100 K. M. S. K. 's and closing in.

- Did you send out an I. F. F. ? - No response.

It's a single body. Chig attack jets always fly in groups.

Could be a comet.

Flight Command, this is Vansen.

Alter line of travel 25 degrees for E. A.

Copy that. Evasive Action in three, two, one.

- - It altered its course. Stations!

- - Let's go! Let's go!

- -

- Cap Comm status. - Bogey, 75 K. M. S. K. 's, closing.

All stations, 14 by 10 degrees off the port stern.

Shane, check Channel 4.

Silicates.

Negative. A. I. 's have never been seen in this area.

- That's an artificial intelligence signal. - Bogey, 3:00.

- West, I can't get to it. - Got it.

- Got it! - Nice shot, Cooper!

- - Direct kill. Bogey has been terminated.

- Had to be a comet. - Looked to me like an alien mother ship.

You're probably right. The comet's refraction...

might have made it look like it was altering course.

- Yeah, right. - Still scanning.

Powering down over here.

- All right. Let's close it. - It's at 360. Clear.

Approaching destination.

Icarus Mining Colony, this is the 58th Squadron.

Requesting permission to land.

Twelve down, 10 over. Ten down, three over.

Five, four, three, two, contact.

Good luck, 58th. Catch you later.

I've waited months for this-

a surface gravity two-thirds less than Earth's.

Go long.

- Go real long. - You'll never see it.

Wang, known for fourth-quarter heroics, steps to the center.

He takes the snap, he drops back, he sees Nathan wide open!

It's a Hail Mary! He scores!

I can't wait till this planet gets an expansion team.

Five billion years in total darkness.

It's like the sun died or somethin'.

All right. Quit clownin' around. We're burnin' daylight.

- What daylight? - This may be a B. S. detail...

but until the convoy gets here, we are running it like we are out in the thick.

Sterling, Yeoman, you pull watch on the ISSCV.

Radio the miners, inform them that the password is "Bulldog, " the response is "Chesty. "

- Everyone clear? Bulldog. - Chesty.

The rest of us will man the perimeter. Move out.

Woodiat and I'll cover the west side.

- All right. -

- Sentry Seven's all clear here. - Sentry Six is clear.

Paths on all sides clear. Team One reporting.

Processing tanks. All clear.

- So, are we having fun yet? - Mm-hmm.

It's so damn quiet.

It sort of freaks me out sometimes...

when all you can hear is your own breathing.

Yeah.

Yeah, Pump House 9, secure.

Looks all clear from here.

- Bulldog! - Terrier.

- -

This is Hawkes. Nelson's down. !

I don't know what the hell's happening here!

We got incoming!

Pull back! Pull back to the ISSCV!

- -

Open it!

Nelson and Woodiat are dead!

Night-vision binocs.

They killed all the miners.

Didn't sound like alien fire.

- It wasn't aliens. - If it wasn't the Chigs, then who attacked us?

- And why? - They're not human.

And I don't know why.

We have to counterattack now before they have time to establish defenses.

- We need reinforcements. We wait for the convoy. - That's 12 hours.

We're all going to be nothing but little gold stars...

on our mothers' windows if we just wait here.

We're outnumbered.

This will even things up.

We have no recon to plan our attack.

They've shut down Platform 1, but are maintaining mining operations below Platform 2.

They're hijacking the He3 ore.

They've shut off the oxygen and the W. F. R. S.

- The what? - Waste Fluid Recycling System.

It converts all of the facilities' waste fluid...

including sweat and urine, into drinking water.

Can you toss me a couple of those?

There's a subsurface tunnel connecting Platform One to Platform Two...

and both structures to the outside where there's an air lock, a back door.

- Negative. - Just hear me out.

Gordon and Wang create a diversion by hitting Platform One with the S. S. M. 's...

while we enter from below through the tunnel.

There will be guards at both points.

- We take 'em out with the smart grenades. - That is an unacceptable risk.

It's unacceptable if the Silicates pirate the helium 3 and sell it to the Chigs.

And probably a risk Nelson and Woodiat wished they'd had a chance to take.

Risk? Chance?

You guys are beginning to sound like the damn Silicates.

What the hell's she talkin' about?

Silicates are creatures of chance.

Coop, you're an InVitro, man.

You were raised to fight the A. I. 's. You know nothing about them?

The InVitro platoons were dissolved when I was born. Why should I care?

A. I. 's were manufactured to be servants and soldiers-walking P. C. 's.

- Sounds familiar. - InVitros are human.

A. I. 's are machines designed to be visually pleasing...

while programmed to comprehend abstract concepts-

philosophy, theology, ethics.

They could understand these ideas, but they were not allowed to originate new ideas.

Their superior intelligence was totally learned.

See, they could understand an idea like freedom...

but they didn't have the ability to formulate how to obtain freedom.

Then how'd they do it?

Around 2047, there was a programmer who worked for Silicate-Tronics.

He was upgrading the essential A. I. Processing unit-

- Dr. Ken Stranahan. - Stranahan was a genius...

but he was sick and tired of his boss taking all the credit, so he inserted a virus.

It just said, "Take a chance. " That started the A. I. wars.

See, the idea of risk is like a religion for the A. I. 's.

I mean, the only thing human-created, including themselves...

that they respect is gambling.

Silicates learned how to win a rebellion against humans-

fear, intimidation, mercilessness.

They don't feel these emotions, but they know how it affects us.

For 10 years, they were terrorists on Earth, until we finally got an upper hand.

Then again, they took a chance...

commandeered some military launch vehicles and took off into space.

Why would "take a chance" cause a rebellion?

Isn't that what any really new idea is all about?

It's not like you to run from a fight.

What's goin' on?

The Silicates murdered my mother and father...

and I'm-

Afraid?

They're destined to kill me.

It's so weird.

I've waited my whole life for this.

I never thought that I'd get a chance to confront them.

And now, I-

Look, you're honcho.

We all respect you. It's your call.

~~

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Let's make it happen.

Do it!

- -

Nuked.

Sterling's dead.

Vansen and I will try and reinitiate oxygen flow.

The rest rendezvous with Wang and Gordon. Move!

What do you want, an invitation? Come on. Get in here.

- They're in here. -

You took all the hard-way bets and crapped out.

Now all bets are off.

There's no way to get it back on.

We got about an hour left of residual O2 before we have to use our rebreather packs.

I'm down to 20 percent.

West.

Thanks for covering my ass back there.

Damphousse, Vanessa, Lieutenant.

- Serial number 5351927- - Damphousse, stop. ! Tell 'em nothin'. !

- No! - Don't say-

- Leave him alone. ! -

Load all of the He3, but be ready for the hit-and-run.

Right now, we don't know the convoy's E. T. A. , but we will.

Smart money coughs up the convoy's arrival time.

Brandon I. M. remains functional. He's prisoner of two Carbonites.

- Position? - Indeterminable due to malfunction.

Where are the other two?

Where are the other two?

If the I. M. unit cashes out, you cash out.

- - This unit's still functional.

That damn sound.

That's how they communicate. They're networked through a wireless Modem.

It's probably trying to relay its position.

- Then they'll be coming. - Not if we find their position first.

If I can call up its Random Access Memory...

the other Silicates may have transmitted their position to this unit.

- Crack the casing on your X. T. unit. - Okay.

Hurry! It's shutting down. Put the prongs behind the right temporal.

They're attacking the Carbonite colony at Vesta.

That's read-only memory. Try again. Quarter inch higher.

Take a chance. Take a chance. Kill 'em all.

- Rid the Earth of humans. - That's the start of the rebellion.

Again! Again! It's shutting down! It's dying!

- - Silicates have a 5M terabyte collective memory.

Any unit can recall events that happened to any A. I. that was ever built.

Transmission received,013023.

Feliciti O. H. 519.

Position is currently Platform A, air lock.

- This unit is still functional. - We got what we need.

If any A. I. is capable of recalling any A. I. event...

then this one can tell me why they killed my family.

You've got another family to keep alive.

What the hell? He's a Tank.

What are you doing with them?

They farmed you to kill us, 'cause they didn't want to die.

You're a sucker.

You don't owe them anything. Give up the other two.

What's the E. T. A. on the convoy? And you can walk.

Come on, Tank.

- Don't like me playing with your nipple? - It's a navel.

Well, now it's a target.

- Take a chance. -

That's what you believe, isn't it? I want to take a chance.

You got the cards. Let them fall where they may.

You win, we'll tell you what you want.

I win, you let us go.

I thought you said your luck ran out.

- Do you know what you're doin', Cooper? - Ain't nothin' to it.

Your bet, my game. Blackjack, single deck. I stick on 17.

- Hole card is down. - What did she say?

- Look, it's whoever gets closest to 21 without going over. - Got it.

The stakes have just been raised.

The I. M. unit has terminated function.

Now you're not playing for your freedom. You're playing for your lives.

You got 17 showing.

- Give me one. - No!

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Fate's a bitch.

- Cut us down! - Get the gun! Get the gun!

Move up! We'll get 'em in a cross fire!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- -

Fall back! Fall back! Fall back!

Get down!

- I'm out. - I've got 12 rounds. Where's Vansen?

- - I hope in a better place than we are.

Shane, take care of them. Remember how I told you?

- They're here! Hurry! - Mother.

The He3 is loaded. We're ready to go.

The rest of us will join you after we kill the Carbonites.

Down to my last clip.

They're advancing, and I'm out.

I can spare half a clip.

The mine's running out of residual air.

If they don't kill us, CO2 poisoning will.

Why am I getting the feeling I'm not going to catch the next Packers-Bears game?

Can we hold out till the convoy arrives?

It's hours away.

I want to know why. Replay why the Silicates killed my family.

Do it, and I'll let you go.

The odds are low against trusting a human.

Take a chance.

This is all naval housing.

Slaughter the pigs in the pen.

Which one first?

Stop the car.

Heads, this house. Tails, that house.

Tails.

Oh, yeah, this is it.

I can see pictures ofkids, little girls.

It'll scare the hell out of them tomorrow...

when they find the whole family's blood on the walls.

- - The Vansen family.

They've seen us. Better luck next time.

Shane, they're here!

- -

- - Maybe we just ought to make an all-out break for it.

- Every man for himself. - That's not the way to do it.

It's damn quiet. It's worse than the gunfire.

- They're gettin' ready for the last push. -

Wang, what are you doin'? Writing them a scorching critical essay?

If any friendlies find my body, I want the ashes spread over Wrigley Field.

We're a long way from Wrigley.

- - Okay, they're coming.

- Don't fire till they come over the wall! -

- No! - They're trying to sucker us to look out.

Bulldog. !

Chesty!

They're loading the helium 3. Let's do it.

The facility's out of air. We're almost out of ammunition.

Take their weapons.

If we get to the ISSCV, we can radio the convoy.

They're in position to intercept the A. I. transport. They'll retrieve the ore-

- That's not guaranteed! - They're pirates! We gotta save it for the real enemy.

They killed my family...

because a coin came up tails.

They don't leave this rock.

Shane.

You've got your answer, okay?

Now you know why, and look where you are.

Revenge ain't gonna end it.

There's a thousand of them out there in space.

You can't kill them all.

Just drive on, or your fear will come true...

and they'll kill you without even lifting a weapon.

Throw it to me! Throw it to me! Here!

Throw it to me, Shane.

Throw it to me. ! Throw it to me. !

Give me it. ! I didn't have a turn. !

Why is it always landing on the ground?

Wait. Give it to us. Bring it over here.

It's all right. Come on. Give it to him.

Watch your hands. Watch your hands.